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Misgave him; hee the faultring measure felt;<br />

And forth to meet her went, the way she took<br />

That Morn when first they parted; by the Tree<br />

Of Knowledge he must pass, there he her met,<br />

Scarse from the Tree returning; in her hand 850<br />

A bough of fairest fruit that downie smil'd,<br />

New gatherd, and ambrosial smell diffus'd.<br />

To him she hasted, in her face excuse<br />

Came Prologue, and Apologie to prompt,<br />

Which with bland words at will she thus addrest.<br />

Hast thou not wonderd, Adam, at my stay?<br />

Thee I have misst, and thought it long, depriv'd<br />

Thy presence, agonie of love till now<br />

Not felt, nor shall be twice, for never more<br />

Mean I to trie, what rash untri'd I sought, 860<br />

The paine of absence from thy sight. But strange<br />

Hath bin the cause, and wonderful to heare:<br />

This Tree is not as we are told, a Tree<br />

Of danger tasted, nor to evil unknown<br />

Op'ning the way, but of Divine effect<br />

To open Eyes, and make them Gods who taste;<br />

And hath bin tasted such; the Serpent wise,<br />

Or not restraind as wee, or not obeying,<br />

Hath eat'n of the fruit, and is become,<br />

Not dead, as we are threatn'd, but thenceforth 870<br />

Endu'd with human voice and human sense,<br />

Reasoning to admiration, and with mee<br />

Perswasively hath so prevaild, that I<br />

Have also tasted, and have also found<br />

Th' effects to correspond, opener mine Eyes,<br />

Dimm erst, dilated Spirits, ampler Heart,<br />

And growing up to Godhead; which for thee<br />

Chiefly I sought, without thee can despise.<br />

For bliss, as thou hast part, to me is bliss,<br />

Tedious, unshar'd with thee, and odious soon. 880<br />

Thou therefore also taste, that equal Lot<br />

May joyne us, equal Joy, as equal Love;<br />

Least thou not tasting, different degree<br />

Disjoyne us, and I then too late renounce<br />

Deitie for thee, when Fate will not permit.<br />

Thus Eve with Countnance blithe her storie told;<br />

But in her Cheek distemper flushing glowd.<br />

On th' other side, Adam, soon as he heard<br />

The fatal Trespass don by Eve, amaz'd,<br />

Astonied stood and Blank, while horror chill 890<br />

Ran through his veins, and all his joynts relax'd;

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